As Yu Huatian's retainer and a direct disciple of the Alliance's Master Physician, Wen Duo felt that treating a simple fracture or sprain was beneath Lu Zixuan.
"Old Lu, are you sure you can handle this? Will it leave some kind of lasting injury? I didn't hold back just now. If I didn't chop it to death, that was already lucky."
"...Why don't you try?" Lu Zixuan rolled his eyes. "Treating fractures and sprains is basic first aid. Isn't that a required course for the Brocade Guards...? That's for disinfecting. Don't drink it!"
"You disinfect with brandy at home?" Wen Duo rolled his eyes as well, then poured some directly onto his smooth chin.
--He wouldn't give up. One day, he would make the symbol of manhood grow back!
Whether it was the Lizardman Priest or the other grayish-white Lizardman variant Lu Zixuan had cut open and stitched back together, both were unconscious.
After securing and bandaging Chilachikuku's wounds, she was placed to one side. Wen Duo held a bottle that was still more than half full of brandy and chatted idly with Lu Zixuan nearby.
Some syllables, low whispers within the range that adult ears could perceive, were quietly passing back and forth. If one watched the two Lizardmen carefully, one would notice a small muscle in each of their throats trembling faintly.
"...It wasn't what you thought, Zeva!"
"I suffered torture from this devilish alien here... Do you see the wounds on my body? Do you know what I went through? Even so, I didn't betray you, but you... You actually!"
"Zeva, listen to my explanation!"
"I won't listen! I won't listen! You're a priest, a descendant of the noble Daughter of the Red King, yet to stay alive, you became so lowly and shameless that you